The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life-Chapter 42 - 39 Who Isn’t a Commoner?

Chapter 42: Chapter 39 Who Isn’t a Commoner?

When she heard this sentence, Jiang Mo’s mind went completely blank.

Her body began to tremble slightly.

It felt as if an invisible electric current swept through her entire body, even before Zhou Wang touched her.

“Listen.”

Zhou Wang leaned closer to her ear, continuing to speak.

Jiang Mo, who had lost the ability to think, slightly parted her lips, revealing a small section of red that emerged like spring buds breaking free from the soil, bit by bit, inching out.

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An unprecedented sense of shame made Jiang Mo feel as if she were surrounded by clouds and mist.

She had never imagined that merely the prelude to a kiss could be a more wondrous experience than direct contact.

Yet, Zhou Wang, this damn man, still wasn’t satisfied.

“Senior, open your eyes, look at me.”

Zhou Wang issued further “instructions.”

Jiang Mo’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes. Her beautiful pupils seemed to contain a mesmerizing whirlpool, as if aiming to draw Zhou Wang’s soul into them when their eyes met.

Zhou Wang, who had already gotten himself a bit carried away, finally couldn’t hold back. He transformed into a “mountain bandit,” claiming his delicious treat.

“Mmm… Ah!”

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Jiang Mo’s unfocused eyes half-opened, with no ability to resist, allowing Zhou Wang to claim territory as he pleased.

Throughout this, her arms continually lifted and lowered, eventually curling and hovering in front of her chest, as if fighting for a little breathing space for herself.

Their lips met and parted, met and parted again.

After cycling through this several times, even Zhou Wang found himself short of breath and retreated slightly, supporting Jiang Mo’s waist with his hands. As soon as he let go, Jiang Mo would likely collapse to the ground.

Jiang Mo regained some clarity but noticed that Zhou Wang’s gaze had become even more intense.

Jiang Mo instantly understood; he wanted to continue, to completely consume her—

The phone rang suddenly. Jiang Mo turned her head to glance at the phone on the table and said softly, “It’s… it’s Professor Wang. I have to take this…”

Her voice was strange, with a hoarse rasp, even though she hadn’t said anything just now. That weak tone unconsciously mixed a hint of pleading.

She knew she could no longer refuse Zhou Wang.

“Answer it.”

Zhou Wang helped her sit on the sofa, then handed over the phone.

“Hello, Professor, it’s me… no, I’m not catching a cold… okay, I’ll be there on time…”

After Jiang Mo hung up the phone, she regained some strength, and Zhou Wang poured a glass of water and handed it over.

“Thank you… um, the professor said to meet at the high-speed railway station at one.”

Without waiting for Zhou Wang to ask, Jiang Mo took the initiative to say.

“At one, huh?”

Zhou Wang glanced at his watch; after the two had been “tangled” for over ten minutes, the time was already close to 11 o’clock.

“I need to take a shower.”

Jiang Mo slightly bowed her head.

Zhou Wang was taken aback for a moment, then realized Jiang Mo was “ushering him out.” Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Senior, you’re being a bit unfair here, getting me all riled up and then kicking me out?”

“You’re the one who got me all…”

Jiang Mo instinctively wanted to retort, but upon meeting Zhou Wang’s half-smiling gaze, she immediately realized Zhou Wang was doing it on purpose and quickly shut her mouth.

“Go on, how exactly did I get you?”

Zhou Wang deliberately emphasized a certain word with his tone.

“Stop… stop talking.”

Unable to resist, Jiang Mo’s cheeks flushed red, with a strong urge to flee.

“Alright then, I should head to the library to read.”

Zhou Wang stood up and stretched lazily. Just when Jiang Mo thought it was all over, Zhou Wang suddenly leaned over, wrapping an arm around her, his gaze falling on her white, slender swan neck.

“Senior, although I understand you, a little punishment is still in order.”

“What… punishment?”

Hearing this familiar sentence again, Jiang Mo’s body tightened once more.

And for some reason, amidst her nervousness, a faint longing arose within her heart.

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The newly built high-speed railway station in Ming City wasn’t located downtown, but many high-speed train lines still passed by the old train station, right by the second ring road, which was an advantage for a tourist city.

At this moment, on the small square below the entrance, a group of young men and women had gathered there.

There were five women and one man in total, all current graduate students studying under Caiyun University’s famous law professor, Wang Hongying.

“Why isn’t Jiang Mo here yet? She’s the only one missing now. The professor has been waiting inside for quite a while.”

A girl with heavy makeup said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

“I just asked Senior Jiang, she should be almost here, let’s wait a bit more.”

Ding Yi glanced at the phone, smiling as she spoke.

“Always being so different, she didn’t come to the lunch gathering, and never participated in any group activities… I really don’t know what she’s thinking.”

“What else could she be thinking, maintaining her aloof persona and fishing!”

Listening to the senior girls’ ridicule, Ding Yi wanted to say a few words for Jiang Mo but ultimately felt helpless.

Senior Jiang being ostracized in this small circle wasn’t something new. She, the junior-most sister, wouldn’t help by speaking up and might even make things worse.

“Hey, Gu Xiaoming, weren’t you also attracted to Jiang Mo before, arguing with us when we criticized her? Why aren’t you saying anything now?”

The girls discussed as they turned their attention to the only guy present.

“Heh, she’s a rich heiress, and she looks down on a poor scholar like me. Why should I keep making a fool of myself?”

Gu Xiaoming adjusted his glasses and replied self-deprecatingly, though anyone could hear the resentment in his speech.

“Oh, even our brilliant Gu couldn’t win her over. Jiang Mo must have high standards!”

“I think she just likes to pretend. What rich heiress, she doesn’t have any money. That YSL bag she’s been carrying hasn’t changed in a long time; only you gullible guys would believe it.”

“I took a sneak peek last time, definitely a knockoff…”

Listening to their increasingly outrageous claims, Ding Yi was about to speak up when a shiny black Rolls-Royce slowly pulled up to the curb.

Everyone’s gaze was naturally drawn over, and as the car door opened, they watched in stunned silence as Jiang Mo stepped out wearing a Gucci windbreaker and holding a new LV bag.

Several girls exchanged glances and suddenly stopped talking, while Gu Xiaoming, who had been subtly smiling at the slander against Jiang Mo, found his expression turning unpleasant.

“Senior Jiang!”

Only Ding Yi greeted with a radiant smile. However, she was puzzled; despite the warm weather, Senior Jiang was wearing a windbreaker, which was fine, but why a thick scarf around her neck?

Seeing Ding Yi, Jiang Mo smiled, then awkwardly adjusted the scarf around her neck, taking care not to reveal anything unusual.

Turning to see her classmates, who usually mumbled behind her back, now standing there with stiff expressions, Jiang Mo’s lips curled into a faint smile… a bit hard to suppress.

Such a long time had passed since she could stand confidently before others. This feeling had been absent for too long.

She originally thought she wasn’t an ordinary person, but at this moment, seeing their shocked and incredulous expressions, the overwhelming satisfaction within her made her realize…

She was quite ordinary, actually.